Thread

The thread of kinship lovingly binds us in graceful spirals deep within. A cold eye would see only a thin molecule of four bases... A cold eye guided by a cold heart would ignore the mystery of that line that began with the little ones who prepared the way when the Earth was a child. The cosmic language of the quickening, the four-letter alphabet with an infinite vocabulary. Simple elements drawn together by the dance of the electrons. Swirling into awareness, recognizing loneliness, finding love, and binding us. Across distances. Across time. In the thread of kinship.